Coasting

I was on my way to the sister isle of Carriacou for a short work trip and I travelled by boat… Guess that means I went overseas.

Along the way a bird caught my attention. It was keeping pace with us as we moved, but what really caught my eye was how it flew. It flapped its wings for some time then extended it and glided. When it did glide (cuz I’m tempted to write glid as the past tense🙄) I noticed that it had minimal control of its direction. It swerved from its straight line, then dropped close to the sea. At times, splashing on contact with the water. So the gliding phase of its flight process didn’t last very long. It just took place in small spurts.

Lesson time.

Our lives are pretty much the flying process of the bird, both physically and spiritually. We have to flap…